the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
In case of emergency, breakdance.
Waiting for about 12.40, when the breadmaker will have done it's funky thing and a nice freshly baked loaf will materialise.
In the hands of a skilled tailor, fabric transforms into a masterpiece, much like a voice that shapes the very air around it.
In the dim light of my childhood, the soft, rustling sounds of guinea pigs echoed like whispers of forgotten dreams, each squeak a reminder of the vibrant life teeming just beneath the surface of everyday existence.
sad that the comedic Polish dentist wasn't there today so had to have a filling replaced by some weirdo english locum dentist instead.
The essence of a place often whispers to me in the quiet moments, revealing stories and secrets that linger in the air like the last light of dusk.
I'm beginning to think there may be something in this climate change after all. Six months ago it was quite warm and now it's very cold.
Why is it that whenever i try to take an inventive route, I end up down a very narrow country lane and straight into an oncoming herd of cows?! 20 minutes later.....
Riding through the heart of the wetlands, I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the wild, where every ripple in the water tells a story waiting to be discovered.
In a world painted in shades of ordinary, I find the beauty in the whispers of the mundane, where the plain becomes a canvas for my longing.
The intricacies of the eye fascinate me, much like the delicate artistry of a figure skater's routine. Each patient represents a unique challenge, and I find great joy in uncovering the mysteries behind their vision issues. My goal is to restore clarity and light to their world, much like a perfect performance that captivates an audience.
Masonry is like laying down the rhythm of life, each brick a beat that builds the solid groove of a home.
The merchant's world is a delicate dance of risk and reward, where every decision hangs in the balance like a threadbare tapestry. I find myself captivated by the stories woven into the fabric of trade, each encounter a vivid brushstroke on the canvas of life.
Have you noticed that primula don't advertise so much now? Whatever happened to "There is only one cheese that you can squeeze......"
Pedegree chum has gone into administration. They've had to call in the Retrievers........
Sign seen: "All day breakfast, £5.99. Available 7am - 11am.".......... eh?!
Nobody has wished me a happy mothers day. I don't see why I should be discriminated against purely on the grounds that a) I'm not a mother (due to having the wrong bits) and b) I have no children.
Gotta love the first episode of The Young Ones... all nicely sitting round the table happily when vivian enters the room.... via the wall! hahaha classic
There are two sides to every divorce..... yours and s**theads!
In the heart of every child lies the potential to shape a brighter future, and it is our duty to nurture that promise with unwavering hope and steadfast resolve.
Growing up in a diverse neighborhood shaped my understanding of the world and the people in it. Embracing my roots has always fueled my passion for the game, reminding me that every pitch and every moment is a celebration of our unique stories.
There's something profoundly comforting about the familiar clickity-clack of a keyboard, like a friendly conversation with an old pal that just makes the world feel right again.
In the quiet of my room, the weight of unfinished homework feels like a shadow, lingering long after the sun has set.
"You don't learn to frolic, you release the frolic within."
Mesenchyme is like the wild card of the body, a crazy mix of cells just waiting to turn into whatever the heck they want, and honestly, it’s kind of like the rebellious teenager of tissues.
Rolling deep with the bassoon, laying down smooth vibes that hit harder than a West Coast beat.
Whilst it's good to be able to put a large mp3 collection on random play to listen to, it is worth doing a bit of filtering on the collection just in case the neighbours pop round. I dont think they were too impressed with Kevin B****y Wilson's "The Pubic Hair Song"......
Hurdling feels like dancing through obstacles, each leap a thrilling reminder that grace and speed can coexist in perfect harmony.
Newsflash!! a irish farmer has successfuly grown a field full of dildos. Now he has problems with squatters.
Do people with exercise bikes wear crash helmets in case they fall off?
Listening to Debussy.
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